Damion Rayt
Feb 27, 2014 23:51:05 GMT -5
Post by Damion Rayt on Feb 27, 2014 23:51:05 GMT -5
The BasicsName: Damion Grigory Rayt
Nicknames: None
Age: 14
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Feline Shapeshifter: Damion has the ability to become the cat of his choosing with concentration. He tends to stay to one of two different breeds though, as they are more familiar to him then other breeds. Russian Blue house cat and Snow Leopard. Given time to study other species he will be able to take on other variations. There are several drawbacks to this power however, firstly the shifting itself is extremely painful as bones rearrange, stretch and shrink to accommodate a feline skeletal structure. Another is that he tends to take on the less appealing personality traits of the cats he becomes, making him both standoffish, territorial, and stuffy he also tends to view others as 'prey' for a short time after returning to his human shape. Also he has developed a habit of baring his teeth like a cat would, a motion that is so unlike a smile it's unsettling. If he is in cat form for too long he tends to lose verbal communication skills. After shifting he's prone to muscle and bone discomfort and soreness.
Play By: River ViiperiThe DetailsHair Color:Dark brown naturally, sometimes bleached blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Any Piercings?None
Any Tattoos?None
Any Scars?None
General Appearance: Damion is fairly tall for his age, but he has a lot of growing yet to do. Standing at 5'7” and clearly going to break 6' before he's done, the youth is full of that young exuberance that is so admired by those older. He's muscled fairly well for one so young, clearly he takes care of himself and is always meticulously groomed. His eyes are an ice blue shade that, if he is wearing the right color clothing, can look any shade of blue from near white to midnight. He keeps his dark hair cut close and shaggy, easy to keep out of his face but not so short that he looks like a military brat, sometimes the front is spiked up slightly.
When it comes to clothing Damion is pretty simple, a pair of dark wash jeans and white t-shirt are his normal attire. A pair of black and blue Adidas superstars are his usual shoe. He likes to be comfortable and wearing too many layers is NOT comfortable to him at all. During the winter he might put on a hoodie but even that was pushing it. He had no problems with the cold and would sometimes even wear shorts and no shirt in the winter so long as he wasn't going to be stuck outside for hours and hours. Also, little known fact is he wears contacts. During the night, or when he's studying, he'll shed these in favor of a pair of glasses.
Personality: Damion's personality is a bit varied, depending on how frequently he's shifted forms. Under normal circumstances when he hasn't shifted in several days his normal behavior returns, this being a very affectionate if not a bit quiet boy who is more interested in hanging out and having a good time then much of anything else. He doesn't talk much no matter what his personality is affected by and prefers to let others do the talking for him. This is not because of any speech impediment or the like, simply he just doesn't like to talk much. He is, however, a very good listener and is willing to go out of his way for his friends.
Now, if he's shifted recently, as in the last 48 hours, he tends to be a bit gruff and standoffish. Not nearly as affectionate and preferring to be by himself more then anything else. He also will tend to watch others like he was sizing them up or hunting them, even if that's not always the case. The more recent the shift and the longer he held it the more prevalent his feline behavior is. In extreme episodes of this personality he will often bare his teeth, growl, or even make a rumbling that is fairly similar to a purr if the mood strikes him. However, he's not much of an aggressive personality either way and is more likely to slink off to his room then to pick a fight. He also tends to sleep a lot when it's warm and during the day, being an almost nocturnal creature. This isn't to say he doesn't do things during the day, only that he tends to be more drowsy and less cooperative when it's bright and/or hot out.Your VicesLikes:
Fish
Sushi
Venison
Meat in general
Cuddling
Bass guitar
Girls
Boys
Cats of all sizes
Birdwatching
Hunting
Dislikes:
Dogs
Spinach
Turnips
Most vegitables
Rejection
Being woken up
Not getting a nap after classes
Muscle soreness
Bright sunlight
Strengths:
Playing the Bass guitar
Reading body language
Tracking and Hunting
Writing
Flirting
Weaknesses:
Keeping up a conversation
Keeping track of his shoes (mostly the right ones)
Round and/or shiny objects
Fears: Dogs, he quite definitely has Cynophobia. The sound of barking alone can get him trembling and forces him to retreat quickly to a 'safe haven' IE his room.
Secret: Under his gruff attitude and quite demeanor he's a big softie.Family TiesFather: Roman Rayt
Mother: Mariya Rayt
Siblings:None
Any Other Important People:His Grandmama, Natalya RaytHistoryDamion is the grandson of Russian immigrants, as such his family is very very... different then most American families out there. Drinking is a family thing, all holidays (no matter how small) are family things, in short EVERYTHING is about the family and there is no such thing as personal space. Thus he grew up with a very different sense on what was normal and what was crossing the line. Despite this he's a very polite boy who always is quick to comfort his family and friends, it was just how he was raised. He is an only child, though he has many cousins, aunts, and uncles. His parents are well off, upper middle class, his dad working as the operations manager of a large bank and his mother a happy housewife. He was raised in Eagle River, Alaska a well off city despite the rural nature of the state in which he lives. And has never lacked for friends despite his quietness.
His life was pretty normal for the city there, the cold winters never bothering him nor did the extended periods of darkness Alaska has yearly. Instead, he seemed to thrive during the darker, colder months and become more lethargic the closer spring came. He once was a member of the local dogsled program but after being attacked by one of the more aggressive dogs while he was feeding them he developed a severe case of cynophobia. Something he has never gotten over nor has he made any steps towards overcoming that fear. Aside from one of his favorite pass times now being impossible for him, he grew up without any major disturbances or unpleasantness.
His first shift was triggered by his cynophobia when he was almost 13, while walking home from school he passed by one of the sledder's homes. Normally he was picked up after his last class but he'd stayed late to work on a project in the library with his study group, thus passing this particular residence was an uncommon occurance. As he started past the dogs began barking, something that instantly set him on edge. The dogs were wonderful, friendly animals who he'd often worked with in the past, but that meant nothing now. One of the females broke loose from her run and ran towards him, tail wagging in a clearly excited and happy manner. She remembered him and was trying to get his attention. Damion, terrified at the approaching dog, took off at a run. His first mistake as the owner was coming out to catch his dog and if he'd just stood still he'd have not gotten cornered. The dog chased him, thinking this was just a game, and he soon found himself cornered between two houses. The dog stopped a few feet from him, its head tilted to one side curiously. However, the fear and nervousness he was showing would have been enough to set off the most docile of dogs, never mind a sled dog. Thus when he caught her gaze with his own she growled.
The next few minutes were a hazy, painful blur. However, once the pain subsided he found himself to be looking up at the dog. Confused, he tried to run again only to trip over his now four legs instead of two. The dog, losing interest now that the boy she recognized was gone, sniffed the boy turned cat a few times before hearing her master's call and racing back towards his voice. Damion managed to find his way home as a cat, and was found sitting in his backyard naked by his father when the man came home from work a short time later. He was unable to get Damion to tell him what happened, and instead the boy holed himself up in his room. He shifted a few times during the few days he stayed locked away in his room, trying to figure out what caused it and how to control it. The shifting was also inconsistent at best, sometimes he would become the same dark grey housecat, others he would become a massive snow leopard and he wouldn't know which it was until the pain subsided. It was only a few days later that the recruiter arrived at their door, his frequent shifting causing them to pick up on him quickly.Roleplay Example
The pain was terrible, worse then the last time he was attacked by a dog. It felt like he was being pulled limb from limb and he couldn't even manage a shout for help. Ice blue eyes winced shut and he curled into himself, the pain slowly subsiding. Cautiously he peeked in the direction of the husky, it wasn't growling anymore and apparently it hadn't attacked him. So why was he in so much pain? It really made no sense. However, after sniffing him once, she stopped paying attention to him anymore and it seemed like a good time to get away. Thus he shifted his weight and moved to run only to land flat on his face. Well that's just perfect... smooth Damion, real smooth.
Mental chastising aside he placed his hands against the ground and started to lift himself up when he noticed. Those were NOT hands. Those were PAWS. Lifting one hand he inspected it carefully, disbelieving what was clearly before his eyes. Dark gray fur covered the limb and when he flexed his fingers he could see the claws peek from his 'fingers' There is NO way... nu uh. Panic set in again quickly. DOGS EAT CATS! His eyes turned to the canine again to see she was looking down the street where they'd run from, her head twisted and listening to a voice that was shouting. Wagging her tail the dog barked and ran off back the way they'd come, her owner quickly collecting the canine and securing her once again. 'I need to get home...' He'd have to come back for his clothing later. He didn't know how to change back and he was too small to carry them.
It took him several minutes to figure out how to walk, though once he had that part down running was pretty simple. Wandering down the sidewalk he managed to find his house after getting lost twice. Cat vision was so different, and everything looked so weird from this perspective. Still, he eventually did find it and made his way to the back yard. The cat door was usually left open for their pet feline, who was in and out so frequently that opening the door each time would be a bother. Unfortunately, it was latched shut.
That's right. Mom brought the cat to the vet today... she always locks it when she goes out. Damnit, how am I going to get in? He looked up at the windows, his was open but it was on the second floor and was a barefaced wall climb to it. That wasn't happening. Sitting in the middle of the yard he barely noticed the change starting to reverse itself until it full on hit him. Curling into a ball as the pain washed over him the boy gritted his teeth, panting in the snow when all was done. Slowly opening his eyes he looked at the sky, it was getting late, surely dad would be home soon. Pushing himself into a seated position the boy curled his arms around his knees to wait.
Half an hour passed before the sound of the car pulling into the yard was heard, his dad calling out in confusion when he saw all the lights off. “Damion? You home son?”
“Back here Dad.” He called back, tone melancholy, how was he supposed to explain why he was sitting in the back yard naked? There really was no way, his father walked into the yard, latching the privacy fence gate behind him and glanced at his son. Confusion wrote itself across his features and he rushed towards the boy.
“Are you okay!? What happened? Where are your clothes?!” Swinging his own trenchcoat off he set it around the boy's shoulders and helped him to his feet.
“I don't... I can't really explain. I don't know.” Damion muttered quietly, pulling the jacket around himself a bit. “I know that sounds weird or suspicious or whatever, but I just don't know. Can we just go inside first or something?”What About You?Name: Zxi
Age: Late 20s
Experience: Too long!
How Did You Find Us? Current member
Ready To Play? Always.
